Bush Riding
By Jake B
Published 2 August 2024
Riding along, a cool breeze hit me,
Birds singing, trees dancing,
Slowing down for the corner,
Giving the bike torture.
It's like I'm gliding
Through the air,
With so much time to spare,
Yet I'm still sliding.
Heading down the hill,
Swapping and switching gears,
This is so fun, I've got happy tears.